War Pigs
11-19-2013, 12:56 PM
He was visibly nervous. Terrified even as he stood at the mouth of the cave. He barked nervously at first, the sound radiating off the polished walls of the cave before a short howl managed to escape his black lips. His knees began to knock together as the call went out for someone to see him into the pack lines. For someone to accept him. For someone to help him. He stood in the whistling wind, frozen in place, tail tucked out of fear. He'd heard stories of the pack leader, a horrifying marred giant of a wolf who sought the strong above all else.He wasn't strong. He knew that. He could barely keep up with most wolves at his girth, but he had to try, he couldn't survive without a pack. He couldn't live without someone to help him. Even if he was turned away from this pack for being a sniveling weakling, he had to at least try to find a home. Speech, |